"What is this...?"
The attack trajectories of the two CP0 agents were forcibly diverted, causing them to simultaneously halt their movements.
They stared at Sabo, who was suspended in mid-air with his eyes closed.
Around the boy, within three meters, the airflow visibly twisted, forming an invisible Uzumaki.
Beneath their masks, their eyes showed solemnity for the first time.
"Domain-type ability?"
"No, it's more like small-range trajectory interference."
"The energy fluctuation is intense, the consumption is huge, he won't last long."
The two quickly exchanged their judgments.
The conclusion was clear.
The boy in front of them was an undeniable genius, but that was all.
This level of ability, in front of true powerhouses, was nothing more than a momentary fireworks display.
"Useless! Two useless fools!"
On the Celestial Dragons' giant ship, Saint Jalmack, seeing the attack delayed, trembled with rage in his obese body.
He pointed at the flying figure in the sky, letting out a roar several times sharper than before.
"What are you waiting for?!"
"Grab that bug! That bug that dares to fly in the sky!"
"I'll personally crush him!!"
"Did you hear me?! Immediately! Now!"
The frantic command was accompanied by an undeniable death threat.
The two CP0 agents exchanged glances, no longer probing.
"Received."
A cold electronic voice fell.
Within one of the CP0 agents, a bone-jarring crack suddenly sounded!
His figure twisted and expanded in mid-air, his bulging muscles tearing through his pure white suit!
Black mane burst through his skin, growing wildly, his face elongated forward, fangs bared!
In an instant, a giant werewolf, over three meters tall, exuding an ancient, brutal aura, appeared under the night sky!
Zoan-type, Dog-Dog Fruit, Ancient Zoan, Dire Wolf Form!
Meanwhile, the other CP0 slowly spread his hands.
In his palms, two peculiar white lock-shaped patterns appeared.
"Lock!"
He let out a low growl.
In the air, several invisible waves instantly spread out, precisely pinning down the space around Sabo!
Sabo only felt the surrounding wind suddenly become thick and sluggish, as if he had fallen into an invisible quagmire, his flight no longer having the free-flowing smoothness it had before!
"Awoooo—!!"
The CP0 in werewolf form opened his gaping maw, letting out a deafening roar!
A black thick smoke, mixed with a foul, corrosive stench, spewed from his mouth, instantly polluting Sabo's wind domain!
Sizzle—
Sabo's hard-maintained domain, hit by the black smoke, fluctuated violently, and its edges even began to dissolve and dissipate!
This is bad!
An alarm bell rang in Sabo's heart.
His ability was being countered!
His domain was polluted, his space was confined, and his proud flying ability was greatly diminished!
The moment his mind reeled, the giant Dire Wolf moved!
It stomped on the air!
Moonwalk!
Boom!
The air exploded, creating a violent sonic boom!
Using this terrifying burst of power, the Dire Wolf's figure transformed into a black lightning bolt, appearing fiercely before Sabo!
Its dark, metallic claws, carrying a ferocious intent to tear everything apart, directly aimed for Sabo's heart!
Too fast!
Too strong!
The shadow of death instantly enveloped Sabo!
..."Oh no!"
On the black ship in the distance, Ivankov's huge face was filled with horror, and he instinctively moved to attack.
"Don't move."
A hand gently pressed on his shoulder.
Dragon had stood up at some point, still without turning back, his deep eyes fixed on the battlefield, his voice devoid of any emotion.
"Dragon boy! That child is going to..."
"Don't panic."
Dragon uttered two words, leaving no room for doubt... Goa Kingdom, by the coast.
In White Night's consciousness, the flame of life representing Sabo was rapidly dimming.
But at the same time, he sensed another wind.
A deeper, older, more majestic wind, as if originating from the very fabric of this world, was awakening.
"It's here."
A smile played on his lips... On the battlefield.
Just as those claws, capable of piercing steel plates, were about to reach Sabo's chest, in the nick of time.
Whoosh—
A gust of wind, completely different from Sabo's, as if from beyond the heavens and earth, abruptly swept across the entire sea.
This wind was incredibly domineering.
It ignored the space lockdown of the Lock-Lock Fruit, and it ignored the fierce aura of the Dire Wolf form.
It simply swirled gently.
And it carried Sabo, who was about to be disemboweled, several meters backward, pulling him away from that fatal blow.
Hiss!
The Dire Wolf's attack missed.
Its huge body froze in mid-air, simultaneously stopping with its companion, and their eyes beneath their masks, for the first time, revealed undisguised horror as they looked towards the source of the wind.
On the sea, Saint Jalmack's hysterical roar came to an abrupt halt, his obese features twisted into a knot, as if he had seen some monster beyond comprehension.
On the black ship, Ivankov's exaggerated jaw hung open, wide enough to fit a fist.
And Sabo, enveloped by that gentle wind, widened his eyes even further.
He was profoundly moved by this wind.
It wasn't as sharp or as violent as his own wind.
It was gentle, profound, yet it contained a... will to care for the world!
What is this...?
Under everyone's astonished gaze.
In the air between Sabo and the two CP0 agents, the mysterious gale began to gather and spin, gradually outlining a blurry human silhouette.
It was a figure wearing a dark green hooded cloak.
The wind wove his flesh and blood, and the night outlined his silhouette.
The figure solidified from ethereal to real.
A stern and resolute face was exposed under the Gekko, and the crimson diamond pattern on his left cheek was like the deepest brand.
He did not look at the two CP0 agents who were facing a formidable enemy.
He merely looked down, glancing at Sabo, who was gently lifted by the power of wind, his face full of shock.
That gaze was filled with admiration, mixed with regret, and a hint of deeply hidden tenderness.
Then, he slowly raised his head, his gaze finally falling upon the two CP0 agents.
There was no killing intent, no anger.
Only a profound, bottomless calm.
He extended one hand.
An invisible, yet terrifying pressure capable of making space itself tremble, descended with a roar!
The two CP0 agents felt as if an invisible mountain was pressing down hard on them, their bones groaned, and even their legs, using Moonwalk, began to tremble violently!
The man spoke.
His voice was not loud, but it resonated through the night sky like a decree.
"Get out."